Paradox Is the Puzzle
by Michael Doyle

If we understood the meaning of home
We'd know that DNA means we're never alone.
We are made in the image of those above,
Very few of whom truly believe in love.

We were born from death and annihilation.
Does that paradox truly require explanation?
The old way had to die to get to what's new,
And who's to say what is left to be true? 

Truth, love, and justice are fairy tales to chase.
The paradox is the puzzle we can't erase.
We are here by someone else's choice of place,
Turn that around in your paper chase.

All of life is a matter of agreements made.
It will be kept if we're not afraid.
Yet, conflict erupts, and soon, we're hating.
The truth is, we should be patiently waiting.

Through a twist of fate, we have survived.
Now we wait for a rising Son to have arrived.
A game among the gods is an unwelcome intrusion.
We welcome the chaos and its resultant illusion.

Truth, love, and justice are fairy tales to chase.
The paradox is the puzzle we can't erase.
We are here by someone else's choice of place,
Turn that around in your paper chase.

Seeking superior knowledge and ways of knowing,
The heat sinks of hate will soon be glowing.
In a carnival of sheerest vanity,
Data centers might become the death of humanity.

Puzzled faces search for erratic clues,
While faith and hope have surely paid their dues.
That which passes for true faith must be kept.
These are the tears of the angels wept.

Truth, love, and justice are fairy tales to chase.
The paradox is the puzzle we can't erase.
We are here by someone else's choice of place,
Turn that around in your paper chase.

(c) May 27, 2026   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved